Melancholy

Lest anyone wonder if I'm still stretching my creative muscles. I am. I'm also using writing to work through some of the emotions I feel, to diffuse some of the stress I'm dealing with. Work was very difficult today. I'm also dealing with loneliness. It's true, it's true. I'll admit it. This too - as they say - will pass. I've just got to do the right thing, keep my faith and continue on my path toward being the best Michelle I can be.



Melancholy

My sister, Melancholy, tapped me on the shoulder today.
She broke apart the sweet length of ardor
I’d wound around me
and with one touch,
one slight press of she to me,
I felt my cloak of passion slip away.

Not chilled or shivered but absent fire,
lacking reason or desire,
I settled in to settle in.

She watches me from across the room.
Aware that her time with me is limited,
I see her eye me with disomic discord,
yet…
I am unable to show her the door.
Yet.
Michelle Scofield, September 1, 2009